Scotland this time, standing beside Cable while Iso hovered, her pale and silent sister stretched out on the sofa in my quarters. She was smaller than I'd thought she'd be, definitely under eighteen, thin, almost emaciated, eyes sunken into pits, lips parched. She appeared partially mummified, as though she'd been left out in the sun to dry for too long, wrinkles in her thin skin far too advanced for someone her age.

Pity lodged in the back of my throat, but I forced myself to ...